Wishing

No matter what you say
I will conceive my own thoughts
I am right
I look in the mirror
Who are you?
I squint
Realizing those eyes are mine
I feel my stomach drop
Feeling sick from the thought
Gentle words release from you
I wish they were true
I wish they were real
Eye contact?
I’m afraid of what you’ll see
My music explodes
Fading out the lies
I sleep
And hardly eat
One minute
Happy
The other sad
I wish I was normal
I wish I was liked

Ashton Pettigrew